"Well, Quigley, I have to say I'm rather relieved that I won't be entertaining your friends Tolliver and Combs tonight. It's for the best that they were called out of town. You know it was a rather stressful day for me today-the Osso Buco simply wouldn't have been ready until near midnight."
"I'm glad that tea is lifting your spirits my friend. Yet a lively political debate might have been just the thing to take your mind off Phillipa."
"Really, Quigs, I fear you might be getting in over your head. These two-Tolliver and Combs-I'm afraid they 're nothing more than agitators." Mr Mews lowers his voice, "you haven't given them any money Quigley."
"Goodness no. And yes, I agree they are a bit over the top at times, but one must be loud and as they say, "in your face" these days to gain attention, no?"
"Really, I think not. All this shouting and name calling simply gives me a headache and makes me want to retreat into a long, heady Victorian novel. I'll give them a chance though, for your sake. Let them know I will reschedule. And we'll have veal. Good God, they aren't vegetarians are they?"